Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick them up

"Great Elder, something is wrong, the Little Demon King has brought himself down again!"

The Great Elder of the Demon Realm stood up from the grand teacher's chair with a jerk, and couldn't walk smoothly when going down the stairs. Fortunately, before he reached the front hall, he saw his ancestor rushing in with his face covered.

"Great Elder, am I going to disfigure myself?"

"Take your hand away from me and see."

"I'm afraid to scare you."

"Look at these ghosts and monsters next to you, how can you be frightened by how broken you are?"

The crowd of monsters and monsters beside them silently lowered their heads.

After all, they are also the good-looking group of ghosts and snakes, so they can only be said so by the elder.

The boy still hesitated for a moment before moving his hand away.

The elders were dumbfounded.

How can this be disfigured, the shape of the face can't even be seen, why did he have a little devil with a nose and eyes just now?

"What did you do?"

"I want to cook," the little devil squeezed his hands, a pair of indifferent eyes could be seen on his bloody face, "I used too much force, and it blew up the kitchen."

The great elder only felt that the veins on his forehead were throbbing, but he still took out the medicine powder that had been prepared all year round from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the boy's face.

I saw that the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a delicate face was revealed, with a high nose bridge and thin lips, and there was still a little baby fat on the face.

It's a pity that the eyes are dull and dull.

The little devil touched his smooth face, still expressionless: "Thank you, Great Elder, then I will try again."

"You come back to me!"

The Great Elder roared furiously, and it took three points of his true energy to stop the Little Demon King from demolishing another building.

He looked at the short and helpless little boy with facial paralysis, and a burst of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Back then when he and the Great Demon King had the ambition to unify the Demon Realm when they were young, they drank blood and dyed the battlefield with blood, and finally stabilized the territory and status of the Demon Realm. Put a milk doll by his door, pat his ass and spend the rest of his life with his wife.

Just leave this huge demon world alone.

Also want him to be a male mother.

Oh shit.

But at any rate, he also dragged the little demon king to this age. Seeing the young man inheriting his father's elegant demeanor, he was a stunned man. His daily pleasure was not beheading the Quartet, but doing housework. He was not decorating the hall all day long. It is to clean the inner hall. Recently, I have become obsessed with cooking. For the residents of the demon world who don’t eat cooked meat, the shrimp soldiers and crabs around them can’t taste delicious. Only high-level monsters like him can roughly understand, but he also I can only feel that it's okay.

Anyway, he doesn't care if it's good or not, he just feels sorry for the little devil who can't control the magical power he inherited, and blows up all the kitchens in the devil world to the ground.

Heartbroken, heartbroken!He is already invincible on the battlefield, and the baby he raised can't control the power in his body!

But the Great Elder was also very tired looking at the stacks of files on the table. The burden of the devil world was all on him. How could he have time to teach the little kid how to use magic power?

"Great Elder, let's have some heat-clearing and fire-removing juice, I think you're getting angry again."

The great elder looked at the glass of glowing green juice in the little devil's hand, hesitated for a moment, but still embraced the motherly heart of the male mother, and drank it with a smile.

He almost died in his forties.

"Elder, can you hear me?" The little devil pressed the elder's pocket and took out a notebook, "Do you think there is anything that needs to be improved?"

"you give me--"

Before the word "roll" came out, the great elder vaguely saw the innocent face of the little devil again. It was clear that people born in the devil world looked fierce and evil, but this family passed on the gene of kindness, and it was even more embellished on the little devil's head. Thoroughly, with an innocent face, the great elder was full of maternal love, afraid of hitting the child's exploring heart.

"—Less put some bitter melon, did you hear me!"

"Okay, put less bitter melon, there is a little frog skin in it, have you tasted it, how do you feel? The frog said it was great for removing fire."

The great elder turned his head to see that the little devil's personal frog guard had a bald spot on his head, and seeing that he looked silly in return, he smiled back, and his long tongue hung down, and he suddenly felt his stomach churning. It's been so many years Even his own cultivation could not withstand such a blow.

He doesn't want to be a male mother anymore.

"Come here, for mother...for father, tell you a few words."

In order for the little devil king not to bear the blow of being abandoned by his parents when he was young, the elder always regarded himself as a father, but he didn't let the little devil king call his father, "You are also an adult, and my position is yours after all, but there are many people in the devil world who are covetous." , I don’t have time to teach you, it’s been a waste of time for so many years, why don’t you go to the world of cultivating immortals, anyway, their cultivation methods are no different from ours, and they still think you are very good if you are just like you.”

The little demon king released a ball of black fire, and the great elder habitually extinguished it for him: "After you have traveled the world, you know the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and you can win all battles by knowing yourself and the enemy. Remember, a demon king who does not want to rule the three realms is not a good demon king. "

The group of monsters next to them thought, this is not lack of time, it is excessive spoiling.

The little devil didn't respond, but just looked at the elder quietly, seeing the elder's heart twitch, and his face that had just become serious almost softened again.

But he must be hard-hearted!

"In short," the Great Elder took out the luggage he had prepared for the Little Demon King, and carried it on his shoulders, "You can't live here all your life, and live under my protection. Going out and wandering is the only way for a man to go. , but we must remember that a man must control himself and be pure-hearted and ascetic."

You can't be unreliable like your real father.

What's more, you are the child of your father and the fox, if you are too indulgent, you may not be able to control yourself.

The great elder cut the little devil's hair for the last time, spread it out, combed it smoothly, tied it with a red string, and tied it in a beautiful knot.

Look left and right again, what a high-spirited young man.

"Thank you, Great Elder," the little demon king took two steps back, out of the hands of the Great Elder, and bowed deeply again, "I'm leaving, Great Elder, let the frog cook for you in the future, he has learned a little .”

"Crack."

The Great Elder froze in place, the warm touch of his fingertips just now was replaced by the cold air of the Demon Realm.

As soon as the little devil turned around, he turned his head again. The great elder thought he had regretted it, and showed a fierce expression on his heart.

But I saw the little devil raised the corners of his mouth with both hands, making him a grimace-like smile.

"Goodbye."

It is said that that day, the great elder sat alone in the room where the little devil slept, and cried until sunset. After he came out, he drank a big bowl of Shiquan Dabu soup cooked by a frog, and was unable to get up in bed for three days.

"Um……?"

The little devil looked up at the scorching sun, he had asked a passing woodcutter for directions fifteen minutes ago, and he was holding a temporary map in his hand.

It is clearly written on the map that there are several sects of cultivating immortals here, and the little devil is going to shop around and choose one to enter, but in this wilderness, the trees seem to have only branches left, so where is the sect?

And he doesn't like the sun.

The little devil sighed, and finally wiped his sweat with his sleeves, thinking that the first thing he would do when he came to the sect to worship the master would be to wash his clothes clean.

There was a rustling sound coming from the grass beside him, and the little devil turned around sharply, catching a brown shadow.

It's a deer.

The little devil's eyes widened a little.

——It’s the best ingredients.

The deer is not a common creature in the demon world, and its pure aura is incompatible with the turbid aura of the demon world, so the little demon king didn't take the deer much.

So this time he has this opportunity, he can't let it go easily.

The little demon king held his breath and concentrated, and chased after it with a stride, but he didn't know that the deer was very clever, he didn't jump at it, but fell into the mud instead.

Nice, robust ingredients.

The little devil reacted very quickly, and after he got up, he followed the deer up the mountain. As a result, the deer jumped twice and jumped into a thatched hut, and the little devil disappeared after walking inside again.

It's a pity, his ingredients.

The little devil looked at the thatched cottage. It looked like it had been in disrepair for a long time. It seemed that there was a plaque on it, but the words could not be read clearly due to the accumulation of dust all the year round. A few clothes were casually hung on the bamboo poles outside, still dripping water. .

In short, there are looks that the little devil can't stand everywhere.

Can't watch.

The little devil found a place where he could put his luggage. He took out a headscarf from his bag and wrapped it around his head. He held a rag in his left hand and a watering can in his right. The watering can was filled with a kind of flower from the demon world, and soaking it in water has the effect of cleaning.

Roll up your sleeves and do it.

First, I cleaned up the ground, and threw a lot of blood-stained cloth strips in one place, which had already smelled, and then put all the odds and ends back in their place. Arranged according to size and color.

The next step is to re-wash all the clothes that are hanging on the floor. Some clothes have a big hole and need to be mended.

The little devil noticed that these clothes were made of high-quality materials, light and thin, and very comfortable to the touch.

Probably a little son raised by a wealthy family.

It's just that such a person lives in such a place, it's really weird.

But the little devil doesn't care, his heart for housework is burning fiercely, swaying satisfaction.

The little devil was busy in the thatched hut, and he was busy until dusk, before he felt a little hungry.

It's just that the gurgling sound didn't seem to come from his stomach?

The little devil looked up and saw a man sleeping on the beam, and he was looking at him with his head propped up.

"Little brother, I think you have excellent bones. You can sweep the floor and do laundry. Can you cook?"

"meeting."

The little devil nodded, but added, "But it still needs improvement."

"It's okay," the man fell off the beam, and the little devil noticed that he still had injuries on his waist, "I don't ask too much, as long as I eat and eat, why don't you come to my school as a disciple?"

The little devil thought for a moment and asked, "What sect are you?"

The man looked left and right, and pointed to the plaque that the little devil had just wiped out: "Here, the view of few desires, that's a good name."

The little devil thought of what the great elder had told him.

Be sober.

This school is good.

"it is good."

"Good boy, what's your name?"

"Little devil..." The little devil choked for a moment, as if he came to the world, so he couldn't use such a name, "Xiao, Xiao Mo."

"Yo, still a little stutter."

The person in front of him was sitting gracefully on the chair that Xiao Mo had just wiped clean, "My teacher is called Lu Yinxi, don't forget."

Xiao Mo responded, only thinking that the name sounded nice.

The setting sun was slanting to the west, and the evening sunlight came in, suddenly creating an ambiguous atmosphere, Lu Yinxi looked at him with an inexplicable smile, and made waves in Xiao Mo's stagnant eyes.

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